Post by conor on Aug 1, 2011 19:11:49 GMT -5
conor arcturus prince
nineteen , slytherin , sophomore , avan jogia , original
FULL NAME: "conor arcturus prince. yeah, go on and laugh, i dare you. for you uneducated prats, my first name means knowledgeable. and my middle name's a star. and not just any star, mind you, but one of the brightest ones in the entire fucking sky. which makes me a hell of a lot more important than you. so piss off, idiot."
NICKNAMES: "funnily enough, i go by con. crazy, right? ha. you can call me condor, too. but don't even bother coming up with pet names, or trying calling me connie. unless you want to get hexed- in which case, knock yourself out."
DATE OF BIRTH: "march first, nineteen sixty one. not that me being born mattered much, though, thanks to my shit parents."
AGE AND YEAR: "nineteen and a sophomore."
HOUSE: "i confess.. i'm a hufflepuff. i wear that piss yellow with pride! .. but honestly.. is this even a question? i'm a prince. use your brain, twat. what house do you think i'm in?"
WAND: "fourteen and a half inches, black maple with essence of silver thistle."
RESIDENCE WHEN NOT AT HOGWARTS: "northwestern london. not telling you where, though."
NICKNAMES: "funnily enough, i go by con. crazy, right? ha. you can call me condor, too. but don't even bother coming up with pet names, or trying calling me connie. unless you want to get hexed- in which case, knock yourself out."
DATE OF BIRTH: "march first, nineteen sixty one. not that me being born mattered much, though, thanks to my shit parents."
AGE AND YEAR: "nineteen and a sophomore."
HOUSE: "i confess.. i'm a hufflepuff. i wear that piss yellow with pride! .. but honestly.. is this even a question? i'm a prince. use your brain, twat. what house do you think i'm in?"
WAND: "fourteen and a half inches, black maple with essence of silver thistle."
RESIDENCE WHEN NOT AT HOGWARTS: "northwestern london. not telling you where, though."
POSITIVE TRAITS: "positive traits? christ, this could take ages. don't even know where to fucking start. well.. for one, i'm sort of a genius. yeah, yeah, don't believe me, fine. i'd rather it be that way, anyways. don't want to get grouped as like, a nerd or something. the thing about me though, is that i don't try. most fifth year blokes study their asses off, spending hours and hours in the library, trying to study now so they don't have to cram before OWLS, and all. see.. i don't have that issue. ever since i was little, i've had a photographic memory, or at least i think that's what it's called. i can basically just look at something, like the page of a book, and then remember it. it's not one hundred percent perfect or anything, but most of the time it's spot on. and so? i don't have to study shit. just look at someone's notes the morning of the test, and i'm set. sort of makes you want to hit me, no? that i don't try, yet i ace school? yeah, if i were you, i'd hit me, too. actually- not hit me. that's amateur and too mugglish. i'd hex me, preferably with a stinging hex, and then i'd be proper sorted.
i'm cool. i'm popular. i've got nice hair. i'm ace at quidditch. my professors like me. i'm the favorite child. the list goes on, mate, it really does. i guess i'll elaborate a bit, though. you don't get the chance to boast about how fucking awesome you are just any day, now do you? so, er.. i'm pretty great. i've got loads of friends in my house, and though i typically don't get near a gryffindor or hufflepuff, there are some awfully nice ravenclaw girls. purebloods, of course. if you're a mudblood, stay the fuck away. i don't want to be near you and your scum. at any rate, friends come pretty easily. i'm way sarcastic, so people tend to pick up and appreciate my sense of humor, even though it can be cruel sometimes. but if it like, bothers you, might as well get the fuck over it if you want to hang out with me. i'm not about to water it down just because you're too much of a pansy to suck it up. i'm pretty chatty, so if you seem normal enough, then i'll probably strike up a conversation with you. of course, only if you're in slytherin. i don't know if i've made that clear enough. humor-wise, i don't waste my time with pranks or anything like that, though they're as fun as hell to watch. throw out a decent joke though, and i'll probably get in a laugh.
i've got nice hair. that counts, right? i mean, you can't ignore someone with hair like mine. guys admire it, cause it's fucking fit, and girls swoon cause they know that if a guy has as great hair as mine, he must be an excellent shag. which for the record, i am. speaking of the girls- i'm quite the charmer. i know how to talk a girl into just about anything, and though i'd never force stuff to happen, what i want usually does. if a girl treats me nice, i'll be nicer. but if a girl treats me like shit, and thinks she can get away with it just cause's she's a girl? that, mate, does not go over well. if she's mean, i'll be fucking meaner. a hundred times meaner; which i wouldn't call a positive trait, but at the same time, it's not too negative. i mean, i'm just sticking up for myself, right? can't let people walk over innocent little connie, now can we? i wouldn't like, hex her too badly or anything, but just give her what she deserves. i mean.. an eye for an eye's the word.
i'm pretty damn loyal. i'd give my life for a handful of my best mates anyday, and i guess if i had to for my family. maybe my cousins.. not so much my parents. and rylan? forget it. he's a fucking traitor.. though i guess his pathetic ways are what have made me, well, so loyal to my kind. so thanks, twat. only good thing you've ever done.
right, i'll try and finish this up, cause you've got the gist of how bloody great i am. i'm pretty athletic, so it's not much of a surprise that i'm seeker for the slytherin quidditch team. not gonna lie, it does fucking wonders for my reputation. oh, my reputation. around the best house there is, i've got a great one. though my dear old mummy would hate to know i party, i do. sorry, dear old mummy! anyways, i've been blessed with the ability to retain alcohol better than any other nineteen year old i know. or anyone i know, for that matter. thus, starting last year, i have won every shots competition that has taken place in the slytherin house. talk about skill."
NEGATIVE TRAITS: "negative? negative, negative, negative. well.. this one's a bit harder. bad things about me? i wouldn't think there are any.. er. right. excuse me if i sound like a bit of a wanker here.. but i guess one of my most negative traits is the way i look. which means.. well, i'm handsomer than the fucking devil. and at the age of nineteen? it's a hell of a burden, let me tell you. see, most blokes my age are like, just finishing up with that awkward puberty stage. where they break out in acne, and are gangly, and can't even speak without their voices cracking. i, conor prince, had the fortune of never going through that godawful time. instead of puberty hitting me like a train, it was gradual, and before anyone had noticed, i'd grown up. which, as you can imagine, makes me the best looking fifth year guy in the slytherin house. i've grown to embrace this, obviously, but.. it's been a rough road. i mean, the girls just flock to me.. god, it's terrible. oh so fucking terrible.
if you didn't pick up on that sarcasm, then we can't be friends. unless you're good at snogging. sorry.
anyways.. negatives. well, i guess i'm slightly impulsive. okay, that's a bit of an understatement- i'm probably the most impulsive lad you've ever met. although i'm clever enough to later realize what should have been done, i get like, caught up in the moment, and usually just fly off the fucking handle. this is good when dueling, or being on the quidditch pitch, but is absolute shit in real life situations. it's almost like an out of body experience, because i'm not quite able to control myself. going along with that, i've got a bit of a temper, so it's best not to get me fired up. after i act, i usually feel terrible cause i suddenly realize what i've done wrong, but at that point, there's no going back, right? so even if i know i'm wrong, i sort of have to go along with it, and try to save my reputation. it's a bit like that rubbish muggle saying, about captains going down with ships? well.. if i were a captain, i'd definitely go down fighting and stuff. so that's what i do. i'm really stubborn like that- which to me, is good. of course, everyone else probably thinks it's a bad thing, so i'll say it here. or something.
i can be mean. i mean.. yeah, a complete wanker. i don't try to be, but the sarcasticness in me isn't good at like, containing itself. i don't have much of a filter, either, so i'm too honest loads of the time. i'm not afraid to say what i think, which often gets me in some pretty deep shit. if you say something wrong, i'll be sure to call bollocks on it, even if it'll ruin things for you. it's part of the impulsiveness thing- i just can't stop myself. so, sorry in advance if i make you feel like an idiot. it's bound to happen sometime, though, so get over it. at least i'm honest, yeah? i have a bad habit of whipping out my wand whenever i feel the slightest bit inclined to do so; with my impulsiveness, it doesn't go over well. i'm a master of hexes, and could probably perform more hexes in one go then you'll ever learn while at hogwarts. and of course, what most people consider to be my biggest flaw, is my devotion to the dark arts and evil things in general. i grew up in a house full of purebloods, and ever since i was little, i knew i wanted to be a follower of what used to be voldemort. it was a family thing, i suppose, and so i don't remember when it first started.. well, it'd always been of interests. my parents had been death eaters back when the lord was still in power, so they encouraged it, too. and when rylan fell out of line, and wasn't the amazing son they thought he would be? well, i was beyond obligated to fill his shoes, if not step into them with bigger feet. being somewhat dark was not only something i'd always dreamed of, but it would make me better than rylan. so, so much better. and so last year i finally took it upon myself, found a few mates with the same interest, and bam. our devotion was made real. everyone knows, but no one outside of slytherin says anything. they're too fucking scared, because they know if they did.. i'd get them."
i'm cool. i'm popular. i've got nice hair. i'm ace at quidditch. my professors like me. i'm the favorite child. the list goes on, mate, it really does. i guess i'll elaborate a bit, though. you don't get the chance to boast about how fucking awesome you are just any day, now do you? so, er.. i'm pretty great. i've got loads of friends in my house, and though i typically don't get near a gryffindor or hufflepuff, there are some awfully nice ravenclaw girls. purebloods, of course. if you're a mudblood, stay the fuck away. i don't want to be near you and your scum. at any rate, friends come pretty easily. i'm way sarcastic, so people tend to pick up and appreciate my sense of humor, even though it can be cruel sometimes. but if it like, bothers you, might as well get the fuck over it if you want to hang out with me. i'm not about to water it down just because you're too much of a pansy to suck it up. i'm pretty chatty, so if you seem normal enough, then i'll probably strike up a conversation with you. of course, only if you're in slytherin. i don't know if i've made that clear enough. humor-wise, i don't waste my time with pranks or anything like that, though they're as fun as hell to watch. throw out a decent joke though, and i'll probably get in a laugh.
i've got nice hair. that counts, right? i mean, you can't ignore someone with hair like mine. guys admire it, cause it's fucking fit, and girls swoon cause they know that if a guy has as great hair as mine, he must be an excellent shag. which for the record, i am. speaking of the girls- i'm quite the charmer. i know how to talk a girl into just about anything, and though i'd never force stuff to happen, what i want usually does. if a girl treats me nice, i'll be nicer. but if a girl treats me like shit, and thinks she can get away with it just cause's she's a girl? that, mate, does not go over well. if she's mean, i'll be fucking meaner. a hundred times meaner; which i wouldn't call a positive trait, but at the same time, it's not too negative. i mean, i'm just sticking up for myself, right? can't let people walk over innocent little connie, now can we? i wouldn't like, hex her too badly or anything, but just give her what she deserves. i mean.. an eye for an eye's the word.
i'm pretty damn loyal. i'd give my life for a handful of my best mates anyday, and i guess if i had to for my family. maybe my cousins.. not so much my parents. and rylan? forget it. he's a fucking traitor.. though i guess his pathetic ways are what have made me, well, so loyal to my kind. so thanks, twat. only good thing you've ever done.
right, i'll try and finish this up, cause you've got the gist of how bloody great i am. i'm pretty athletic, so it's not much of a surprise that i'm seeker for the slytherin quidditch team. not gonna lie, it does fucking wonders for my reputation. oh, my reputation. around the best house there is, i've got a great one. though my dear old mummy would hate to know i party, i do. sorry, dear old mummy! anyways, i've been blessed with the ability to retain alcohol better than any other nineteen year old i know. or anyone i know, for that matter. thus, starting last year, i have won every shots competition that has taken place in the slytherin house. talk about skill."
NEGATIVE TRAITS: "negative? negative, negative, negative. well.. this one's a bit harder. bad things about me? i wouldn't think there are any.. er. right. excuse me if i sound like a bit of a wanker here.. but i guess one of my most negative traits is the way i look. which means.. well, i'm handsomer than the fucking devil. and at the age of nineteen? it's a hell of a burden, let me tell you. see, most blokes my age are like, just finishing up with that awkward puberty stage. where they break out in acne, and are gangly, and can't even speak without their voices cracking. i, conor prince, had the fortune of never going through that godawful time. instead of puberty hitting me like a train, it was gradual, and before anyone had noticed, i'd grown up. which, as you can imagine, makes me the best looking fifth year guy in the slytherin house. i've grown to embrace this, obviously, but.. it's been a rough road. i mean, the girls just flock to me.. god, it's terrible. oh so fucking terrible.
if you didn't pick up on that sarcasm, then we can't be friends. unless you're good at snogging. sorry.
anyways.. negatives. well, i guess i'm slightly impulsive. okay, that's a bit of an understatement- i'm probably the most impulsive lad you've ever met. although i'm clever enough to later realize what should have been done, i get like, caught up in the moment, and usually just fly off the fucking handle. this is good when dueling, or being on the quidditch pitch, but is absolute shit in real life situations. it's almost like an out of body experience, because i'm not quite able to control myself. going along with that, i've got a bit of a temper, so it's best not to get me fired up. after i act, i usually feel terrible cause i suddenly realize what i've done wrong, but at that point, there's no going back, right? so even if i know i'm wrong, i sort of have to go along with it, and try to save my reputation. it's a bit like that rubbish muggle saying, about captains going down with ships? well.. if i were a captain, i'd definitely go down fighting and stuff. so that's what i do. i'm really stubborn like that- which to me, is good. of course, everyone else probably thinks it's a bad thing, so i'll say it here. or something.
i can be mean. i mean.. yeah, a complete wanker. i don't try to be, but the sarcasticness in me isn't good at like, containing itself. i don't have much of a filter, either, so i'm too honest loads of the time. i'm not afraid to say what i think, which often gets me in some pretty deep shit. if you say something wrong, i'll be sure to call bollocks on it, even if it'll ruin things for you. it's part of the impulsiveness thing- i just can't stop myself. so, sorry in advance if i make you feel like an idiot. it's bound to happen sometime, though, so get over it. at least i'm honest, yeah? i have a bad habit of whipping out my wand whenever i feel the slightest bit inclined to do so; with my impulsiveness, it doesn't go over well. i'm a master of hexes, and could probably perform more hexes in one go then you'll ever learn while at hogwarts. and of course, what most people consider to be my biggest flaw, is my devotion to the dark arts and evil things in general. i grew up in a house full of purebloods, and ever since i was little, i knew i wanted to be a follower of what used to be voldemort. it was a family thing, i suppose, and so i don't remember when it first started.. well, it'd always been of interests. my parents had been death eaters back when the lord was still in power, so they encouraged it, too. and when rylan fell out of line, and wasn't the amazing son they thought he would be? well, i was beyond obligated to fill his shoes, if not step into them with bigger feet. being somewhat dark was not only something i'd always dreamed of, but it would make me better than rylan. so, so much better. and so last year i finally took it upon myself, found a few mates with the same interest, and bam. our devotion was made real. everyone knows, but no one outside of slytherin says anything. they're too fucking scared, because they know if they did.. i'd get them."
STRENGTHS: "i'm strong. physically, and mentally. though i'm shorter than rylan, and the body strength that he has doesn't come naturally to me, i'm working on it. though i'm sort of scrawny, i've got fight in me. no is never the answer, and i don't give up. i've never gotten the opportunity to do so, but if someone was messing with my mates, i'd fight them to the death. i'd take a hit for them. i've already touched on this, up in the good qualities part, but i'm loyal as fuck. nothing gets in the way between me and what i like. i'm a pretty good friend, i guess. if you make fun of me, i'll get you right back, but it's usually playful."
WEAKNESSES: "i mean.. aren't bad traits the same thing as weaknesses? just look back up there, mate. i'm weak in the sense that i.. well, don't know who i am, i guess. that's my biggest one, that i didn't really mention. i mean, part of me is like, who i am now. the charming, impulsive, asshole, who scrapes by in school and doesn't plan on doing shit after school. but that's not.. the real me. my weakness is that i like to hide things, and i'm damn good at it, too. that's probably the one exception to my impulsiveness issue; my secrets. not that i have too many, or anything, but i'm as good as fuck at pretending. i'm so good at it, in fact, that sometimes my impulsivness goes along with this.. fake personality thing i've got going on. shit. i mean, it's not fake. it's just.. temporary. i dunno. i'm just fifteen, mate. being an ass is fun, and i'm good at it, but i reckon it's not me. er.. scratch this. fuck. i hate getting sentimental like this, if that's even what sentimental means.. shit. i'm just gonna leave the rest of this blank."
BOGGART: "this is between us. don't even think about, telling anyone else, or i swear to god i'll hex you so badly you'll be in the hospital wing for months, if not at st. mungo's. the first time i saw a boggart, i was in my own house. we've got a decent sized place, so there are plenty of rooms that we just don't use. when i was ten, months after rylan had gone to hogwarts, i was home alone. my parents had gone out, hadn't bothered to tell me, as usual, so it was just the house elf and i. i had been wandering the house with a toy wand i had, when i stumbled upon a spare room i'd never been in. suddenly, a rattling wardrobe caught my attention. i was terrified, but at the same time curious, so i'd inched forwards and raised a shaking hand to open it. and there, in front of me, was my big brother rylan. he sneered at me, running a hand through his black hair, before letting out a laugh, reaching for me.
'hey connie, let's play a game,' rylan said, snickering as i stumbled backwards, my face whitening.
'i.. i-i don't want t-to.. not the closet, rylan,' i whimpered, though knowing it wouldn't matter. he'd tease me, throw a punch, and then lock me in the closet. rylan had locked me in other things too, like inside rooms, and inside those terrible muggle cars, but the closet was by far the worst. i was never claustrophobic or anything, but being crammed into a tiny closet was enough to make me feel like such, and i hated every second of it. when he'd gone off to hogwarts, i knew it'd miss him, but half of me couldn't have been happier. and so to see him here.. god, it was beyond awful. 'p-please rylan.. i.. w-why aren't you.. a-at school?"
with that, he smirked once more. 'oh, i'm just here to see my favorite brother. now come on, connie, give your big brother a hug.'
and with that, i promptly fainted. the elf came in a few minutes later, to find me passed out on the floor, and took care of me. the memory has never left me though, and i haven't seen a boggart since then, but i'm pretty sure it wouldn't have changed. as in, i'd still see him."
DEMENTOR: "this.. well, i reckon this goes hand in hand with the boggart thing. like i said, my good old brother locked me in a muggle car one time. we were walking around the neighborhood, for whatever reason, and there was this car. for whatever idiotic reason, the muggle had left the key ontop of the wheel, sort of hidden.. well, as you can imagine, rylan was all over that. i watched him, sort of curious for a bit, but as we got in and pretended to drive and stuff, he said he was gonna take it for a run. and i sorta.. well, panicked, and mumbled, telling him he shouldn't do it. of course, it was the dumbest thing i could have said, cause it gave him another idea. and before i knew it, eight year old me was locked in the car of some muggle, while rylan died of laughter from behind a tree a few hundred feet away.
well, eventually the muggle came back, and the look on his face was one that i'll never forget, mate. i'm pretty sure that if.. well, there was a dementor, i'd see that guy. and i'd feel like i was suffocating, like i was then, trapped in the car."
MIRROR OF ERISED: "this shit is confidental, yeah? not just this answer, but i swear.. no one better find about any of the stuff i've said here. no one. with that in mind.. the only thing i want is to be normal. not even normal like.. wizard normal, but like.. gah. i don't want to say it. it goes against everything i believe in, and i hate it, them, so much.. but sometimes.. i wish i could be a muggle. there, i said it. okay? i wish i could be a muggle. i don't know the fuck why, but if you tell anyone i said this, i'll shove your.. your wand up your ass. and then hex you, for good measure. and maybe lock you in a closet, or something."
OVERALL PERSONALITY: to put it simply, conor is your average teenager. he's very much rebellious, and tries to make people notice him, but at the same time is very insecure in himself. therefore, he acts like a conceited twat, in attempt to conceal such. which he does fairly well, actually. con as a child was quiet and shy, and not often expected to do anything. he was ignored most of the time and trapped in the shadow of his brother. however, once rylan proved to be a 'failure', conor was suddenly pushed into the limelight. in attempt to distinguish himself from the timid boy who hadn't had a place in his own household, con tried to be like rylan; of course, a better rylan. this version of rylan would be dark and take pleasure in somewhat evil, creepy things. he'd have lots of friends, as rylan always had, but not because con would be nice. con would have friends who admired him for making other kids look like shit, and he'd be the leader of a gang of rebels without causes, and together they would live up their time at hogwarts and the university as best as they could. the modified conor would be loved by his teachers, would have better hair than rylan, and would be the son rylan never was. the new rylan was conor, and he took it upon himself to fulfill each and every one of these modifications he'd set for himself.
WEAKNESSES: "i mean.. aren't bad traits the same thing as weaknesses? just look back up there, mate. i'm weak in the sense that i.. well, don't know who i am, i guess. that's my biggest one, that i didn't really mention. i mean, part of me is like, who i am now. the charming, impulsive, asshole, who scrapes by in school and doesn't plan on doing shit after school. but that's not.. the real me. my weakness is that i like to hide things, and i'm damn good at it, too. that's probably the one exception to my impulsiveness issue; my secrets. not that i have too many, or anything, but i'm as good as fuck at pretending. i'm so good at it, in fact, that sometimes my impulsivness goes along with this.. fake personality thing i've got going on. shit. i mean, it's not fake. it's just.. temporary. i dunno. i'm just fifteen, mate. being an ass is fun, and i'm good at it, but i reckon it's not me. er.. scratch this. fuck. i hate getting sentimental like this, if that's even what sentimental means.. shit. i'm just gonna leave the rest of this blank."
BOGGART: "this is between us. don't even think about, telling anyone else, or i swear to god i'll hex you so badly you'll be in the hospital wing for months, if not at st. mungo's. the first time i saw a boggart, i was in my own house. we've got a decent sized place, so there are plenty of rooms that we just don't use. when i was ten, months after rylan had gone to hogwarts, i was home alone. my parents had gone out, hadn't bothered to tell me, as usual, so it was just the house elf and i. i had been wandering the house with a toy wand i had, when i stumbled upon a spare room i'd never been in. suddenly, a rattling wardrobe caught my attention. i was terrified, but at the same time curious, so i'd inched forwards and raised a shaking hand to open it. and there, in front of me, was my big brother rylan. he sneered at me, running a hand through his black hair, before letting out a laugh, reaching for me.
'hey connie, let's play a game,' rylan said, snickering as i stumbled backwards, my face whitening.
'i.. i-i don't want t-to.. not the closet, rylan,' i whimpered, though knowing it wouldn't matter. he'd tease me, throw a punch, and then lock me in the closet. rylan had locked me in other things too, like inside rooms, and inside those terrible muggle cars, but the closet was by far the worst. i was never claustrophobic or anything, but being crammed into a tiny closet was enough to make me feel like such, and i hated every second of it. when he'd gone off to hogwarts, i knew it'd miss him, but half of me couldn't have been happier. and so to see him here.. god, it was beyond awful. 'p-please rylan.. i.. w-why aren't you.. a-at school?"
with that, he smirked once more. 'oh, i'm just here to see my favorite brother. now come on, connie, give your big brother a hug.'
and with that, i promptly fainted. the elf came in a few minutes later, to find me passed out on the floor, and took care of me. the memory has never left me though, and i haven't seen a boggart since then, but i'm pretty sure it wouldn't have changed. as in, i'd still see him."
DEMENTOR: "this.. well, i reckon this goes hand in hand with the boggart thing. like i said, my good old brother locked me in a muggle car one time. we were walking around the neighborhood, for whatever reason, and there was this car. for whatever idiotic reason, the muggle had left the key ontop of the wheel, sort of hidden.. well, as you can imagine, rylan was all over that. i watched him, sort of curious for a bit, but as we got in and pretended to drive and stuff, he said he was gonna take it for a run. and i sorta.. well, panicked, and mumbled, telling him he shouldn't do it. of course, it was the dumbest thing i could have said, cause it gave him another idea. and before i knew it, eight year old me was locked in the car of some muggle, while rylan died of laughter from behind a tree a few hundred feet away.
well, eventually the muggle came back, and the look on his face was one that i'll never forget, mate. i'm pretty sure that if.. well, there was a dementor, i'd see that guy. and i'd feel like i was suffocating, like i was then, trapped in the car."
MIRROR OF ERISED: "this shit is confidental, yeah? not just this answer, but i swear.. no one better find about any of the stuff i've said here. no one. with that in mind.. the only thing i want is to be normal. not even normal like.. wizard normal, but like.. gah. i don't want to say it. it goes against everything i believe in, and i hate it, them, so much.. but sometimes.. i wish i could be a muggle. there, i said it. okay? i wish i could be a muggle. i don't know the fuck why, but if you tell anyone i said this, i'll shove your.. your wand up your ass. and then hex you, for good measure. and maybe lock you in a closet, or something."
OVERALL PERSONALITY: to put it simply, conor is your average teenager. he's very much rebellious, and tries to make people notice him, but at the same time is very insecure in himself. therefore, he acts like a conceited twat, in attempt to conceal such. which he does fairly well, actually. con as a child was quiet and shy, and not often expected to do anything. he was ignored most of the time and trapped in the shadow of his brother. however, once rylan proved to be a 'failure', conor was suddenly pushed into the limelight. in attempt to distinguish himself from the timid boy who hadn't had a place in his own household, con tried to be like rylan; of course, a better rylan. this version of rylan would be dark and take pleasure in somewhat evil, creepy things. he'd have lots of friends, as rylan always had, but not because con would be nice. con would have friends who admired him for making other kids look like shit, and he'd be the leader of a gang of rebels without causes, and together they would live up their time at hogwarts and the university as best as they could. the modified conor would be loved by his teachers, would have better hair than rylan, and would be the son rylan never was. the new rylan was conor, and he took it upon himself to fulfill each and every one of these modifications he'd set for himself.
MOTHER: "naomi prince."
FATHER: "damian prince."
SIBLINGS: "rylan-twat-prince."
OTHER FAMILY: "i've got loads and loads of cousins.. too lazy to name them though, so fuck off."
PERSONAL HISTORY: "i'll try not to bore you guys more than i have.. so this'll be short and sweet, mate. fuck yeah. i was born to damian and naomi prince, on march first, nineteen sixty one. i've lived in the same house my entire life, but from the day i was born, it was clear i was unwanted. not that my parents would like, throw me on the street or anything, but i wasn't treated much better than rubbish. see, everything was all about rylan. he was only a year older, but that was a hell of a lot older than little conor. when he was born, they threw one of the biggest parties of the decade. when i was born, my dad wasn't even there. as a kid, i had liked to talk alot. before i could even speak, i would babble random shit, and try to get my parents attention. it'd never work, though, which i reckon was symbolic for the rest of my life. they hardly noticed, though, and whenever i tried to tell something to rylan, he'd simply urge me to shut up. so eventually, i did.
of course, i was still a kid. and still learning, obviously. when i realized that no one wanted to talk to, or hear from, conor, i tried to work out who they would want to listen to. and within days, i realized that everyone loved rylan. so, i made it my duty to be just like him. sure, he could be mean, and bossy, and locked me in closets, but everyone loved him. so i loved him, too, and literally became his shadow for the next eight years of my life. i didn't really have my own personality at all, but instead tailed rylan, and would act exactly as he did. not to his face, of course, because it got him angry, but on those rare moments we were separated, i pretended i was him. we were inseparable, to say the least. at first, he liked it. he found it amusing how i followed him literally everywhere, and liked to brag about it. soon enough rylan got sick of it, though, and was constantly frustrated with me, though i didn't stop shadowing him. and then finally, after he turned seven, rylan realized he liked it. it was like having his own, personal house elf, he'd told people, as i grinned shyly in the background. i didn't care if i was being compared to a house elf, because i liked our house elf. to be acknowledged by rylan, by anyone, was good enough for me, and i couldn't have been prouder.
but as we got old, rylan changed. not any more than your average kid, but he began to tease me more than usual. he would lock me in things, call me really bad names, and try to dress me up in our mum's clothes. i started to get scared of him; although he was only a year older than me, he had power i would never had. power that had been given to him by our parents, by his friends, by everyone. everyone liked rylan. when he finally got his letter from hogwarts, we were both happy. he was glad to get out of london for once, and i was glad that he was gone. at least initially, because when he was gone.. well, then who was i? my entire life had revolved around him. rylan left, off to hogwarts, and for a total of three days, things were normal. it was strange and made me uneasy, being at home with just my parents, but i only would have to do this for a year. then i'd be at school, too, and with rylan again.
then came the news of what he'd done.
my parents weren't sure why, or how, but they were suddenly livid as they recieved a letter from rylan, claiming he was in gryffindor. gryffindor?! though i had yet to go to hogwarts, i knew all about the different houses, and which one was the best. slytherin. all of the prince's had been in slytherin, since the start of our bloodline, and all the prince's to come would be in slytherin. needless to say, i was just as shocked as they were. as nice it was to have him gone, and not beating up on me all the time, i still missed him, and so i'd ventured to tell my parents that maybe it had been an accident, and conor had actually wanted to be in slytherin. with that comment, my mum backhanded me across the back, burst into tears, and hurried up the stairs to her room, in hysterics. then, things changed.
it had started with a package i got in the mail. it was a box of chocolate, with my name on it. my mum was ecstatic, and suggested that maybe it was from a lady admirer. i'd grinned, and for a second was hopeful- but such faded quickly. the only girls i'd ever met were friends of rylan's, and a friend of rylan wouldn't be sending me a package. they'd be sending rylan a package. i opened the parcel just the same, and sure enough, there was a note from a 'family friend', written in my mom's handwriting. the chocolates were the start of a long list of things my parents had used to let me know that i was their new favorite child, that they didn't care so much about rylan anymore. but did they really think they could do that? make up the ten years of my fucking life when i'd been ignored, in just one year? i liked the attention, yeah, embraced it. but i still hated them.
when i got to hogwarts, i was accepted into slytherin. as much as i loathed my parents, i'd still quivered on the stool, praying for the bloody hat to put me in slytherin. it paused, enough to increase my shaking, but proceeded to slowly say slytherin. i didn't bother to ask what it had been thinking, and i didn't care, because i was safe. from then, i began to turn into the person i had once admired the most, rylan. with my own twist, of course. i lost my virginity in third year, and from then, i've been big into the partying scene. fire whiskey? that's my drink, mate. that's my fucking drink. i stick with flings, because there's nothing like a good shag, but.. there was this one girl. her name was mattie, and i reckon she was well obsessed with me. annoying as piss, too, but she sorta grew on me. i mean.. a bit. i dated her for a few years, out of pity.. of course.. and was finally smacked in the arse with common sense in my sixth year, her fifth.
like.. honestly, con? what the fuck, man? i.. dunno. i broke it off mostly cause my mates were.. well, giving me shit about her. and it was fucking up my reputation, let me tell you. but.. i reckon i felt a bit bad. just a tiny bit. at least, i did. now i.. uh.. don't give a fuck. yeah. i mean.. i haven't had a girlfriend since, because having a girlfriend is well shitty when you can just sleep around with people. right?"
FATHER: "damian prince."
SIBLINGS: "rylan-twat-prince."
OTHER FAMILY: "i've got loads and loads of cousins.. too lazy to name them though, so fuck off."
PERSONAL HISTORY: "i'll try not to bore you guys more than i have.. so this'll be short and sweet, mate. fuck yeah. i was born to damian and naomi prince, on march first, nineteen sixty one. i've lived in the same house my entire life, but from the day i was born, it was clear i was unwanted. not that my parents would like, throw me on the street or anything, but i wasn't treated much better than rubbish. see, everything was all about rylan. he was only a year older, but that was a hell of a lot older than little conor. when he was born, they threw one of the biggest parties of the decade. when i was born, my dad wasn't even there. as a kid, i had liked to talk alot. before i could even speak, i would babble random shit, and try to get my parents attention. it'd never work, though, which i reckon was symbolic for the rest of my life. they hardly noticed, though, and whenever i tried to tell something to rylan, he'd simply urge me to shut up. so eventually, i did.
of course, i was still a kid. and still learning, obviously. when i realized that no one wanted to talk to, or hear from, conor, i tried to work out who they would want to listen to. and within days, i realized that everyone loved rylan. so, i made it my duty to be just like him. sure, he could be mean, and bossy, and locked me in closets, but everyone loved him. so i loved him, too, and literally became his shadow for the next eight years of my life. i didn't really have my own personality at all, but instead tailed rylan, and would act exactly as he did. not to his face, of course, because it got him angry, but on those rare moments we were separated, i pretended i was him. we were inseparable, to say the least. at first, he liked it. he found it amusing how i followed him literally everywhere, and liked to brag about it. soon enough rylan got sick of it, though, and was constantly frustrated with me, though i didn't stop shadowing him. and then finally, after he turned seven, rylan realized he liked it. it was like having his own, personal house elf, he'd told people, as i grinned shyly in the background. i didn't care if i was being compared to a house elf, because i liked our house elf. to be acknowledged by rylan, by anyone, was good enough for me, and i couldn't have been prouder.
but as we got old, rylan changed. not any more than your average kid, but he began to tease me more than usual. he would lock me in things, call me really bad names, and try to dress me up in our mum's clothes. i started to get scared of him; although he was only a year older than me, he had power i would never had. power that had been given to him by our parents, by his friends, by everyone. everyone liked rylan. when he finally got his letter from hogwarts, we were both happy. he was glad to get out of london for once, and i was glad that he was gone. at least initially, because when he was gone.. well, then who was i? my entire life had revolved around him. rylan left, off to hogwarts, and for a total of three days, things were normal. it was strange and made me uneasy, being at home with just my parents, but i only would have to do this for a year. then i'd be at school, too, and with rylan again.
then came the news of what he'd done.
my parents weren't sure why, or how, but they were suddenly livid as they recieved a letter from rylan, claiming he was in gryffindor. gryffindor?! though i had yet to go to hogwarts, i knew all about the different houses, and which one was the best. slytherin. all of the prince's had been in slytherin, since the start of our bloodline, and all the prince's to come would be in slytherin. needless to say, i was just as shocked as they were. as nice it was to have him gone, and not beating up on me all the time, i still missed him, and so i'd ventured to tell my parents that maybe it had been an accident, and conor had actually wanted to be in slytherin. with that comment, my mum backhanded me across the back, burst into tears, and hurried up the stairs to her room, in hysterics. then, things changed.
it had started with a package i got in the mail. it was a box of chocolate, with my name on it. my mum was ecstatic, and suggested that maybe it was from a lady admirer. i'd grinned, and for a second was hopeful- but such faded quickly. the only girls i'd ever met were friends of rylan's, and a friend of rylan wouldn't be sending me a package. they'd be sending rylan a package. i opened the parcel just the same, and sure enough, there was a note from a 'family friend', written in my mom's handwriting. the chocolates were the start of a long list of things my parents had used to let me know that i was their new favorite child, that they didn't care so much about rylan anymore. but did they really think they could do that? make up the ten years of my fucking life when i'd been ignored, in just one year? i liked the attention, yeah, embraced it. but i still hated them.
when i got to hogwarts, i was accepted into slytherin. as much as i loathed my parents, i'd still quivered on the stool, praying for the bloody hat to put me in slytherin. it paused, enough to increase my shaking, but proceeded to slowly say slytherin. i didn't bother to ask what it had been thinking, and i didn't care, because i was safe. from then, i began to turn into the person i had once admired the most, rylan. with my own twist, of course. i lost my virginity in third year, and from then, i've been big into the partying scene. fire whiskey? that's my drink, mate. that's my fucking drink. i stick with flings, because there's nothing like a good shag, but.. there was this one girl. her name was mattie, and i reckon she was well obsessed with me. annoying as piss, too, but she sorta grew on me. i mean.. a bit. i dated her for a few years, out of pity.. of course.. and was finally smacked in the arse with common sense in my sixth year, her fifth.
like.. honestly, con? what the fuck, man? i.. dunno. i broke it off mostly cause my mates were.. well, giving me shit about her. and it was fucking up my reputation, let me tell you. but.. i reckon i felt a bit bad. just a tiny bit. at least, i did. now i.. uh.. don't give a fuck. yeah. i mean.. i haven't had a girlfriend since, because having a girlfriend is well shitty when you can just sleep around with people. right?"
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see teddy or turner?
see teddy or turner?
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